There never was a night or one that's kept in mind.
like the night of January the 6th in eighteen thirty nine
The Kerry cows you know are small.
Went soaring through the air.
A funny sight it must have been.
To see them land in Clare.
It blew the peaks of Cuddy's reeks and leaped across the moor.
The people thought they all were killed
The way the wind did roar.
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A Family of the Burkes who lived near Scibbereen
Were blown from Cork to Kerry.
They came down at Caherciveen
So pleasant was their journey